6/9/2003

12:37 AM

Logfile from Sebastian.

 

 

Evening again, another day gone, but this last at least ended on a dry day, a nice change of pace after a dreary wet month. Malachai stands in the open doorway leading onto the patio outside, wearing loose linens, the shirt open, the pants held up with just a drawstring. It's actually quite warm, a touch muggy which explains the casual wear instead of the usually complicated and eclectic clothes the artist tends to favor. That and he's home, apparently alone at the moment. It felt like a lifetime ago since the last time he was honestly all by himself in his rather generous sized penthouse, he rather wonders how he ever survived it for so long now as he stares out at the view of the park across the way.

 

Alas, Malachai isn't going to be alone for very long. Through the convenience of portalling, Sebastian simply steps out of thin air and in the middle of the penthouse. The pale oni is actually looking rather tan, despite the fact that he was looking awfully pale last time he was in this little corner of the world. Loose clothing, hair pulled back into the usual braid, at a touch of the scent of the sea and some other exotic fragrances still cling to him as he enters the room. Briefly, he considers one of the proverbial 'Honey, I'm home' to announce his appearance, but manages to restrain himself -which wasn't all that hard. "Hello?" he offers, peering about.

 

Malachai had a little forewarning, that tingling amongst his senses that tells him that something was bypassing those elaborate wards he sealed his home with. As only very specific people had ever been keyed into those wards, he can pretty much guess just who it is coming in. The voice coming from behind him is the final clue he needs as the long haired artist spins around and pushes away from the doorway to go back inside. "Bastian!" Yes, there is a sound of relief in the man's voice as he heads for the blond. Not quite running to him, but definitely quick paced as he does a quick evaluation. "You're back!" Well there he goes stating the obvious, but the wide smile adds so much more to his greeting as he takes in the tanned skin and as he moves up close to embrace him, he breathes in deep with a soft exclamation. "That island somewhere was it? We'd wondered where you went."

 

Sebastian's gaze continues to sweep the area. Well, that is until he spots Malachai's sudden approach with a pair of blinks and then an almost wry smile. "Yes... I didn't expect anyone to be around actually," he admits faintly. At the other man's smile, his own brief tenseness seems to leave him, and his own smile actually warms. "One of them, among other places." He draws his arms around the artist, features turning almost feline.

 

Malachai takes in that warming smile and his own only brightens as he tightens his hold around Sebastian, murmuring as he settles his chin on the taller man's shoulder. "Oh, where did you think we'd be? Well okay, Kieran had to step out for a while, but since I work from home..." He doesn't often leave without prompting from others really. "We missed you though. Thought I should mention that. I'm very glad you're back though and looking better. That tan rather agrees with you." The last is added as a bit of an afterthought, with a momentary wonder if there are any tan lines and how far the tan does go. n.-

 

"Silly me -to assume that you both would actually leave your humble abode," Sebastian murmurs with the faintest hints of humor to his tone. "I should take you out again some time, Malachai... maybe we could work on a new tan for you as well in a place far, far away." He gently untangles himself from the other man's arms only to give him a tap upon the nose. The nose! "Well, I suppose it is much better than looking like a ghost and jumping at shadows, so I shall take that as a compliment. Yes, you and Kieran were missed as well..."

 

Malachai goes momentarily cross-eyed as he stares at the end of his nose and Sebastian's finger, then back up at the man with the faintest look of stunned surprised. Was that Bastian actually being playful? Well color Mitama surprised, that's for sure. Only a startled disconcerted grunt escapes before he shakes his head and pouts at the other oni. "I do get out sometimes. It's just been a rainy week!"

Perhaps he protests too much and he knows that, glowering just a little before smiling again. "Hmm, take me away though hmm? A little sun would be nice...but it warms me more to hear that you missed us too. I guess your sabbatical did you good." He'll just not mention the fact that the lovers had plotted to go track him down if he hadn't shown up soon.

 

Sebastian peers down at Malachai for a moment, his smile not quite smug but bordering upon that. "Then you need to go where there isn't any rain. I hear that southern India is terribly dry this time of year. It would take me a couple of jumps, and I'd be perfectly worthless for the rest of the day... but it could always be a possibility." The man seems to sigh though, looking almost wry, "I... apologize for leaving so suddenly, and with only a note of explanation." Well, as if 'I am leaving. I need to regain my focus and will away until I find it. -Sebastian' really explains things. "That wasn't very polite of me, and you both deserved more, but..."

 

Malachai lifts a hand to trace fingers along Sebastian's smile as if facinated, his own still beaming. "Hmm, India. I could always open a portal to my wards in China, wouldn't be so far for you to jump from there, now would it?" he says with amusement. "That would leave you enough energy...not to be useless, yes?" Sighing softly, the artist nods slightly. "It was a rather cryptic note and we wanted to give you some space since you seemed to need it. It did you good, so we'll not fuss over that. Just glad to have you back." Oh the questions he wants to ask, but the habit of walking on eggshells around Sebastian hasn't diminished.

 

Sebastian smiles even more under the ministrations of the other man's finger. "No, not at all. We should all do that. Never underestimate the recuperative abilities of a little time away from the stresses of this city." Among other things. "At least I had enough sense at the time to even write a note." They are lucky they even got that he was so frazzled. Too much at once. "And I am glad to be back, and am planning on staying for quite some time... that is, unless anything has changed in my absence?" He reaches a hand up to curl two fingers about Malachai's one that touches him on the lips, brining the other man's hand away but not exactly releasing him just yet.

 

Malachai curls his fingers around Sebastian's two, letting the other take them but leans in close again as if to make up for the loss of contact. "A good thing two that you left a note. If you'd gone longer without one, we'd have taken the city apart bit by bit to find you. Yes, you mean that much to us Bastian dear." Having to go up on his toes just a little to try and press his lips to the other oni's, he murmurs. "The only thing that changed in your absence is knowing so much more poignantly, how much of a strain it is to not have you near."

 

Sebastian seems almost to be studying Malachai as the other speaks, because that is exactly what he is doing. What before might have been skepticism masked by an emotionless face is now curiosity -obvious curiosity. But not at Malachai's words, more at his own reactions. "I think that I have come to understand that now. In fact, I know I have." Yes, by the tone of his voice he even sounds like he is amused at himself. "Can I tell you a story, Malachai?" He moves to interlace his fingers with the artist's, only to gesture to a couch off to the side.

 

Malachai represses the urge to say something like, 'Tell me story daddy?' or ask if it's a bedtime story, because the connotations are just really wrong and even for a rather extroverted person like him, it's a bit much. Backing away towards the couch, he nods and continues to smile. "You have? That sounds like a good thing to me, so yes. Tell me the story then, I'm all ears." he claims as he sits down, drawing Sebastian with him.

 

All ears, eh? As Sebastian sits with Malachai, the man reaches over to brush any errant locks away from the artist's ear with an almost delicate touch to bare the lobe of the other man. He then leans over to give the man a kiss just underneath it and against his neck. Almost teasing. "Once upon a time, there was a young boy who lived a very, very affluent life. More money then the gods... I think that one of you put it before? An only child, his parents provided everything for him. An entire wing of rooms, a staff of his own to meet all of his needs and to see that the boy was brought up right. And all without his parents having to be involved at all. In fact, the boy would go months without ever seeing them. All he had were his tutors which were determined to show his parents how well they could teach the boy and... a governess just as determined, if not more so, to prove just how obedient the boy could be as well. Very businesslike, the rearing of this child..." 

 

What a night for surprises, Malachai is again first startled then almost melts, giving a soft gasp at the feel of lips against his neck. Sebastian can guarentee that he has the artist's full attention, that's for sure. The expression's on his face though, says much, sympathy and more understanding for that was very similar to the way he had been raised as well. "Ah Bastian...how lonely for you, please go on." he says softly, looking up at his lover attentively.

 

Sebastian pulls his head away for a moment to look onto Malachai. His lips soften into a faint smile, barely there, but still present if one were to actually look at him. He is then leaning in once again, lips brushing over the other man's neck as his nose  brushes intentionally and lightly against the artist's ear. "Knowing nothing of kindness, except what was faux and was rooted behind intentions of gaining favor with the boy's parents. Knowing nothing of friendship, except what was, once again, masked intention to further their own purposes. Knowing nothing of love let alone acknowledgement from his own parents which never payed attention to the boy except for being an almost negligent drain in the accounts... A monetary amount. He grew up as cold and businesslike as his surroundings, having no experience with any human emotion besides greed or even the lack of... apathy. But things have changed..."

 

Malachai takes some reassurance in that faint smile, another soft sound escaping his lips at that light touch, his eyes half lidding in reaction. "Yes, things have changed... we enjoyed making those changes too." he says softly, his head tilting slightly as if inviting more touches. Not wanting to interrupt the tale, he lets his words peter out, reaching instead to gently reach an arm across Sebastian, not needing to pull the two of them any closer, but the gesture is very much like a hug.

 

Sebastian actually chuckles softly in something of amusement, his breath heating against the other man's skin, "I am sure you did." Fingers brush a little more of the man's hair out of the way, nibbling a path just under the man's jaw before slowing coming back to finally worry the lobe of Malachai's ear between his teeth before speaking once more, "He manage to involve himself with people who actually tried to look past, if not break through, that grown man with his apathy and his need for constant control -if not of his surroundings, then of his self. And it happened. They showed him passion and trust, love and understanding. He tried to accept this... and when one of the people that he trusted hurt another that he loved, he was hurt as well. This was all new to him. It was all too new, too raw... that he could not handle it. Others that he opened himself to love tried to help him, and succeeded, but... still there were other things. He could feel himself coming apart, loosing that control he valued so much. It was too much. So, he left. To sort out what caused him to behave in such a way, why... and how to make himself right again. He came to quite a few understandings in that time away." 

 

Malachai would probably have tried to be all quiet and serious during this revealing moment, with Sebastian baring his soul to him, but golly he can't quite suppress that moan when the man is nibbling at him and making him very glad that he decided to put on loose pants earlier. "Saa... sometimes letting go for a little while is okay, I hope you know that now?" Mitama asks a little anxiously, his arm moving to stroke a hand up and down Sebastian's side. "And what other things have you come to understand then, tell me Bastian...I want to hear."

 

Sebastian doesn't quite crawl into Malachai's lap now, but it is a very near thing as she shifts to the side, drawing up one leg to fold underneath him, leaning to press his front flush against the other man's side. Hand reaches over to tilt Malachai's chin to the side while the man licks his way down the artist's throat and to his neckline. He murmurs, "Oh, this and that. Some of it I am sure you would find quite droll. Some you might be interested in, so I will tell you this. He... I more than simply appreciate you, and Kieran. The correct words fail me. Thankful, trusting, love... I suppose would be a start. That I am going to have to open myself further, despite my apprehensions following what happened to Reese, and simply accept what happens..." He pulls away a little to look to Malachai while his hands both move around to try to grasp Malachai's, "But I still like to have control." Yes, that is quite the feral grin that follows.

 

Malachai's hands spasm for a moment, feeling flushed and his heartbeat picking up as Sebastian presses against him, so forward, so bold, it is a welcome action as he complies and turns his head, baring his neck with a hint of willing submission. It makes him quiver it does, to let the blond do that to him, smiling around his gasps and moans. "You don't just have to sit back and accept you know, you can take action..with control. Find out why it came about, do something about it. Don't let it take you down..not that it has, you're recovering very well.." Looking up as his hands are grasped, he responds to that feral grin on Bastian's face with his breath letting out slowly, the gleam in his own hungry eyes bright with anticipation. "There's nothing wrong with control, so as long as you know when you need to let it go a little."

 

Sebastian continues to look down on Malachai, studying the man's eyes for a moment as his grip on the other changes, moving to interlace fingers and push his arms away and with the back of his hands pressed against the top of the touch. "Very well," he echoes. "I have definitely found my focus." Still, he has quite a few people to touch base with. No apologies though. But that is not at all his focus at the moment. Nope, he has Malachai and only Malachai in his sights right now. "I don't plan on letting it go right now though, my control. In fact... I  think you might just like it, Malachai." The last is nearly purred moments before he licks one long line over the base of the man's chest, under his jaw, over his chin and to finally plant a deep kiss on the other man's mouth.